Another over the top story. Everyone over 18. Total fiction, any resemblance to anyone is crazy since I made it all up! Some incest, but not much, just sharing. Be kind in your comments please.
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My eighteen year old daughter was coming home from college for a couple of days in February. The school she chose was in California, and last week it had suffered from a minor earthquake. She was ok.
Nobody was injured but many of the campus buildings had a fair amount of damage. School had to be postponed until each building was checked, repaired and cleared. The dorms had suffered quite a bit of damage, two of which were going to be torn down. Of course this meant the entire school was going to be shut down for an unknown period of time. Some of the classes were being continued online, but not all.
Debbie was a freshman, and I think she relished the fact that her west coast school was about three thousand miles away. With the earthquake and school shutdown, she had no choice but to come home. Well to her mom's apartment anyways.
She was bringing her girlfriend Gretchen home with her. I had received strict orders not to talk to her, as she was brokenhearted about breaking up with her boyfriend. As if I could break her heart any further, I was forbidden to speak to her.
I was fairly sure Gretchen was here to try to forget about him. She had found him in bed with her roommate, necessitating a change in residence. The earthquake didn't help things either. All the affected students were chucked out of the damaged buildings, then had to find new digs for a couple of weeks, or go home.
Since the divorce, my ex-wife had a garden apartment, but it was kinda small. I stayed in the house, which I had grown fond of over the years we had spent there. It was not a very big house, however. In fact, it was small, especially in the size of the bedrooms.
My daughters old room, had all her old stuff, even though she basically lived with my ex now. I could not bring myself to touch any of her things, more evidence of the destruction of my marriage and family. I just couldn't. It hurt too much.
When Gretchen arrived she was only supposed to stay a night or two, and then go to the ex-wifes dungeon, I mean apartment. She wound up staying a lot longer than that.
But she was beautiful and kind. She was about five-seven, blond hair. She wore shapeless outfits, so her body was kind of a mystery. Her smile could light up the room.
She cooked and cleaned, I couldn't stop her, she was like a workaholic. It was very, very nice having her around! The place was as clean as a hospital, maybe cleaner!
Gretchen had done a bang up job of cleaning and reorganizing my teens digs. I'm not sure if Debbie gave a damn or not. I was very grateful.
"Gretchen, thank you ever so much for your efforts with Debbie's lair (my daughter's room). I have not been able to touch her things since the divorce. I do very much appreciate it."
"Thank you Mr Hartman. I do appreciate you letting me stay here. I know you are going through a lot of emotional stuff as am I. We both caught our mates fucking someone else, and the wound is still very raw, at least for me." Her hazel eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. I was a bit shocked she said "fucking".
"Yes, for me as well. I cannot understand why Debbie feels it is all my fault. She feels her mother was totally justified for taking a lover, and even helped her hide it from me. That really hurts. I have not gotten one hug or kiss from Deb since the separation. At best, she has been cordial." My eyes teared up.
"I feel like I have lost a wife and my daughter as well. It kills me. I don't know what clap-trap malarkey my wife has been feeding her, but Debbie and I are nearly totally estranged now. She doesn't believe a word I say." The tears started down my cheeks, and I had to turn away, to hide my shame. I got up and went to my bedroom. I closed the door and wept like a baby.
My bedroom door opened and Gretchen came in and stood next to me, I was seated on the edge of the bed. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed the top of my head. She more or less pulled my face into her cleavage. She had huge tits. I didn't even realize this, as she wore shapeless garments to obscure the view of her breasts from prying eyes. The white shirt Gretchen wore today was different, it was semi transparent and afforded me a great view of her boobs. Her golden blond tresses enveloped my face and head. She had such beautiful hair. She had amazing tits, and her nipples were as big around as my ring finger and three-quarters of an inch in height. Her dark areolas were about four or five inches across. I was taken aback at her kindness, and the fact she was leaking into her sheer shirt.
She tried to comfort me as best she could. I had a lot of pent up sorrow. However, huge succulent milking tits trumps piss and moan sorrow every time, Oh yeah!
"Mr Hartman, I want to soothe your pain if I can, and I really need you to do something for me, but I want to know if you can keep a secret. Can you?"
"Please call me Stan. Yes, I will keep your secret for you. What do you need?" Her plump cherry lips were inches from mine. I thought she wanted me to kiss her. Instead she lifted up and off her shirt. She was topless and her juggs were huge and magnificent. Her nipples were dark and large and dripping milk. She shoved her right nipple into my mouth. I began sucking immediately. Her milk was thin, but very sweet. She pulled me to her other tit.
"They both need to be emptied. I'm such a fucking cow." She simply did not look like a cow. She looked more like a goddess to me. Superb hourglass figure, huge dynamic milk gushing orbs, narrow waist, big beautiful ass and great curvaceous legs- no, she was definitely a goddess!
I stopped suckling for a second and said, "You are not a cow. You are a life giving goddess. You are incredibly beautiful and kind to an old man like me. You have soothed my soul. I am so very grateful. May I suck on your beautiful tits some more? You are so very delicious and wonderful."
"Yes, please suck them dry. They get so full that they ache." I would help her forever! My dick was hard as rock at that point.
"May I ask why, I mean ahh how? I mean about the milking part?"
"My ex-boyfriend got me pregnant. I was seven and a half months along, and I started spotting badly, so I went to the hospital right away. My daughter was born prematurely, and..." She burst into tears. It was my turn to hold and hug her. I held her for five minutes until she got hold of herself.
"They said she had some kind of birth defect in her heart. It has a big long name. They couldn't do anything. Not a fuckin thing! She died in my arms. Now I'm a cow. But I do bottle the milk for children who need it. It sorta comforts me, doing that... Helping other mothers."
"No, get back to sucking there mister! My tits need your lips, and so do I." Who was I to argue? I happily sucked and sucked. She made very happy moaning sounds. I loved doing it. It was my secret fetish.
I must have sucked a quart out of each of those humongous hooters. I then kissed my way down her stomach and opened and pulled down her jeans. I nuzzled her almost hairless mons. She was fragrant with her desire. She smelled great! She smelled like...LUST.
She stepped back and removed her skintight jeans and she did a little pirouette and showed me her heart shaped ass, and almost hairless labia. I sank to my knees and grabbed her asscheeks and pulled her sex to my outstretched tongue.
"I want to taste you!" I licked her lips and split her cunt with my tongue. She jumped like my tongue was electric!. I spun us around and laid her down on my bed. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and began my oral assault on her sex. I had not been eating her even five minutes when she called my name and screamed.
"Stan Hartman! I need you so much. AAAIIIEEEOOHMYGOD!!" I think she liked it! I think she came like a rocket. I heard a car pull in the drive. Fuck! We both got dressed quickly. It was my daughter. Damn the timing. My balls were never so blue.
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Later on, we had a discussion about sex. She was all for it. We were going to have it, as soon as my daughter left the house. Which felt like never! Then Gretchen drop kicked me in the brain. I never saw it coming.
"Would you do me a big favor?"
"Well sure, what do you need?"
